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SUKI’S NEW LIFE
Written by slutsuki
Chapter One – in which a silly sissy gets caught, confesses all and starts her new life as a maid.
I first met Sarah when we both started a media course at college. She was a very pretty girl, quite small with a slim body which was more often than not covered in baggy clothes. I immediately fell for her a bit but the difference in our ages – she was exactly half my age at 25 – made me realise it was a daft idea. She also had a boyfriend although I soon learnt the relationship was a bit rocky. Indeed they split up after Christmas but by then Sarah and I were good friends so any other sort of relationship just wasn’t on.
I would see her most days at college as we were taking more or less the same classes and then every 2 or 3 weeks we’d have a night out together setting the world to rights. Some nights she would turn up all dressed up wearing very short, tight skirts but I did manage to keep my thoughts pure – well almost.
I think that most of this time she had the odd relationship going but nothing serious. What else she did with her free time was always a bit mysterious. She did tell me about the affair she was having with another woman – I was all cool and laid back about it. But again that didn’t seem to last.
I didn’t see her that summer – she spent it in Greece. But, as soon as we met up at the start of term she told me she was losing her flat. So I offered her my spare room for a very reasonable rent and she moved in.
It was fine to begin with. She was hardly ever there and was still not particularly forthcoming about where she was although she would sometimes tell me about problems with some guy. Whoever it was, she never brought him round to my flat.
But when she was there she tended to be a bit casual about how she was dressed – often a t-shirt and panties which showed or a loosely tied short dressing gown. And then there were undies and stockings left in the bathroom to dry. These were the worst for me but I managed to control my perverted tendencies at first.
But I suppose one day the inevitable would happen. And it did.
Sarah had come in late from college and rushed upstairs to shower and change. Apparently she’d a night out planned with some girlfriends. She came into the lounge around 7:00.
?How do I look? she said, smiling, as she twirled around in front of me.
?Sensational? was all I could reply.
And she did in a simple, little black number with strappy sandals and a thin black velvet choker.
?Probably be late tonight.? And she was gone.
However, she’d succeeded in turning me on. All these innocent flashes, sights of her undies etc. had reawakened the desire I’d first felt for her. I knew I’d even less chance now but it didn’t stop me being aroused. So I decided to have a wank and dress up for the first time in a while.
I went into the bathroom to have a piss and stopped at the door as soon as I saw it. A pair of her panties was lying in the middle of the bathroom, almost as if they’d been placed there for me – I still wonder to this day if she did leave them there deliberately to tempt me.
Well, I was certainly tempted. I bent down to pick them up. They were plain pink cotton but what shook me was that they were damp. I lifted them up to my nose and breathed in that wonderful feminine odour that instantly took me back to the times I’d spent happily lapping away between a woman’s legs – and which I’d almost forgotten it had been so long since I’d last tasted such delights.
I started to sway and had to use my other hand to hold onto the sink. My only thought now was to get my cock out and stroke it hard and fast. Somehow I managed to pull myself together and calm down just a little.
?Take your time, Stuart? I told myself, ?You’ve got all evening.? Or so I believed.
I reluctantly lowered her panties from my face and shakily went into my bedroom. I placed the panties carefully on my pillow spreading them out gently. I then undressed as fast as I could and pulled out my box of ‘special’ clothes.
I sifted through the mix of pretty and slutty, the panties in all their different fabrics, the suspender belts, nighties etc. I chose my favourite red lace basque and put it on. Then I opened a packet of chocolate brown shiny stockings and slowly and gently slid them up my legs and attached them to the suspender clips. As I stood up I experienced that lovely feeling as the straps tightened and pulled the tops of the stockings into a V. It’s still to me one of the sexiest things in the world to see the different bands at the tops of stockings stretched out like that, especially if the stockings are fully fashioned.
Then the full pink nylon panties with lots and lots of lace front and back – definitely my sissy panties and the ones I liked to soak by cumming in them. A particular nasty little secret of mine was to rarely wash them and wear them on my face when I was wanking.
But tonight I had something much better.
I also put on a pair of red courts with 5? heels. I’d no intention of walking around but they looked great.
So, I was now ready to begin my wanking session. I climbed onto the bed on my hands and knees and moved towards the head of the bed. I bent forward and began gently kissing the front of Sarah’s panties. The aroma was drifting into my nostrils as I could feel my cock begin to stretch out the front of my panties.
I still wanted to take things slowly but this was so exciting that I couldn’t resist picking up the panties and rolling onto my back. I opened up the panties and put the back of them over my head and then tucked the front under my chin. The damp crotch was now against my lips and resting on my nose. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Sarah kneeling over me, her wet cunt inches from my face.
?Please Sarah, sit on my face. Please Sarah, rub your lovely cunt over my sissy face. Please Sarah, make me lick you!?
I obeyed her command and tickled her with the tip of my tongue. One hand was gently squeezing my balls. With the other I grasped my shaft and began slowly pumping my cock. I started to lick the pantie crotch.
?Oh Sarah, you taste so great. I love you Sarah.?
I was now so far gone that I reached into my own panties and grabbed my cock. Any thoughts of taking things easy had long gone.
Pressing my shoes into the bed, I raised my hips up, and started to orgasm, my cum staining the front of my frilly knickers and coating my hand.
?Thank you, Sarah, thank you.?
?You’re welcome, pervert!?
I froze. My eyes opened and through the leg openings of her own panties there was Sarah at the bottom of my bed, arms akimbo, and not looking very pleased
?What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?
My hips dropped back onto the bed but otherwise I seemed unable to move. My mouth opened but no words would come out.
After what seemed an eternity, she pointed angrily at me.
?I’ll see you when I get back tonight. Maybe then you can explain yourself. Oh, and make sure you’re still dressed exactly as you are now. Without my panties on your head.?
She gave me a sudden, wicked smile and then turned and left. I heard her go down the stairs and open and close the door.
I spent the next few hours in a complete lather. I’d start to get undressed, then change my mind. I sat in the lounge. I kept making cups of tea and I had far too many cigarettes.
What on earth was Sarah going to do? Why hadn’t she screamed and shouted at me? Why did she smile just before she left?
And was my discovery simply a huge embarrassment or would she create real problems for me?
I’d no idea of course and my wait for her to get back was sheer torment.
I finally heard the door open around 1 o’clock. For a moment I imagined her friends coming in with her but she was on her own.
I stood up nervously not knowing what to do except clasp my hands in front of my knickers.
I couldn’t tell from her expression what she was thinking as she walked across the lounge and stopped in front of me.
?Sit down? she ordered, giving me a push so that I fell back onto the sofa. She turned round and walked slowly over and sat down on the armchair, crossing her legs as she did so. I caught the tiniest glimpse of lace top stocking.
I picked up courage suddenly and started blubbering out an apology. She let me rave on for a while and then told me to shut up.
?Right. I think I should start by finding out about my perverted little friend, don’t you??
I didn’t know what to say.
?I want to know all about your obvious panty fetish, why you like dressing up and then you can tell me why, and how, you like to be dominated.?
I looked at her astonished. How the hell did she know about my submissiveness?
?I don’t really understand what you mean, Sarah.?
?Oh, yes you do! I’ve met people like you before and I know all about their dirty little secrets. So you’re going to tell me yours. Start with the first time you put on ladies knickers.?
So I started back many years when I first felt the pleasure of taking my mum’s nylon knickers out of her drawer and putting them on. I was very hesitant at first but Sarah kept me going, asking some very personal questions about wanking. It was all so embarrassing at first but gradually I relaxed and realised I was beginning to enjoy opening up about the whole thing to someone who seemed to understand. And she also clearly had knowledge of cross-dressing from some of the comments she made and questions she asked me – especially when my confessions moved on to my visits to professional mistresses. Despite her probing, I managed to keep back from telling her about some of the most humiliating things that had happened to me. But I still had been forced to expose myself almost totally.
I was now wondering where all this was going to lead when she stood up.
?Right, let’s go upstairs and you can show me all your lovely clothes.?
I followed her out the door rather nervously, not because of the clothes, but the other things I had.
Soon she was kneeling beside my special box pulling things out. She seemed to think everything was tarty or slutty or even whorish. The maid’s dress had her approval. ?This could be useful.? I was seriously embarrassed by all her comments and then she held up my realistic dildo.
?Like to practice your cock sucking do you?? I guessed the question was rhetorical.
?Oh, this will come in useful? she said, holding up my pink riding crop. ?Very useful. I think it’s time to punish you for stealing my panties.?
I thought about arguing that I didn’t really steal them but borrowed them. Decided that not be the best thing to say.
She made me bend over the iron frame at the foot of my bed, drop my knickers down to my ankles and gave me a dozen strokes, 6 from each side. Not only did she definitely know how to use the crop but she was ambidextrous!
She reduced me to tears. I’m not very good at taking a thrashing.
She then took me back down to the lounge, my panties back in place.
?Come over here and kneel in front of me.?
?Now, I want you to listen very carefully to what I have to say. Firstly you may have guessed I know something about guys like you. All I’ll tell you now is that for the last 3 months I’ve been earning extra money from dirty, perverted sluts – just like you Stuart.?
My mouth dropped open in surprise. This could be great news.
?Do keep your mouth shut, Stuart. It’s not very nice for a sissy, is it??
Oh dear, this was getting serious.
?Sorry, Sarah.?
She slapped me hard across the face knocking me sideways but said nothing at first. She waited until I got back on my knees in front of her.
?If you’ve had all that experience you’ve been telling me about you should know how to speak to me properly.?
?Yes, Mistress.?
?That’s better. And secondly I have to decide what to do with you. I’m thinking about going into college on Monday and letting all your friends know what a pervert you are.?
?Please don’t Mistress. Please?.?
?Quiet, Bitch. On the other hand I’ve always quite fancied having my own sissy maid to run after me, to do all the washing and cleaning, the shopping – and pay for it, of course – and to provide whatever?..private services I require. Which do you think I should choose??
?Oh, the second Mistress. Definitely.?
?I wonder. You might find it a bit too much and try to get out of doing things. Do you think I can trust you to obey me without question??
?Yes, Mistress. I promise. I promise I’ll do whatever you want. Without question.?
?I hope so. But I need to know if you’re capable and good at one thing before I start. So a test for you. Do it well and you can become my maid – for a trial period. Fail it and everyone will find out about you.?
Now I was terribly excited. It seemed as if all my fantasies had come true at once. But the test?
She placed her hands on her hips and, very slowly, began sliding up her skirt. My heart was beating fast – please don’t have a heart attack now, I silently pleaded. The lace topped stockings, the paleness of her thighs and then – no panties. I groaned.
?Shhh.?
Then my eyes almost popped out of my head as she sat down and lifted each leg over an arm of the chair.
?Can you guess the test now??
I lent forward, placing my hands on her stockinged thighs.
?No hands! Just lips and tongue.?
I removed them from her and placed my lips against her bare thighs just next to her pink, slightly damp cunt. As I gently kissed her I admired her thick, black bush, her brown lips and the bright pink of her sacred sex. I was in total heaven, still disbelieving that this could be happening to me.
I kissed, I licked, I probed. She was already wet. Up and down, round and round. I cheated a little and rubbed and pressed my nose against her clit. I started working at it with my lips and tongue. I tried to respond to her.
Quite quickly she shuddered slightly. I thought she was cumming. But no, it was only the long, slow build-up.
By now she’d put her legs over my shoulders and was closing her thighs, pulling me towards her, tighter and tighter.
And when she eventually did cum I felt I was suffocating. Her hips jerked up off the seat and shudders ran through her body.
?Yes slut. Yes. Yessss.?
It seemed as if she would never stop and I did have to use my hands now to ease her thighs so that I could breath. She gradually relaxed and lowered herself back down onto the chair and let her legs fall to the side. I continued giving her cunt and the insides of her thighs gentle kisses.
She placed a hand on top of my head and give me a quick pat. ?I think you may have managed to pass the test.?
I could not have been happier.
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